MAP of SOULS The Chronicles of the Siltmarkers Vol. I Read more... His curse was lost in the pelting rain, blood gushing in a rising arc from the gash across his neck. As the curse died and the life pulsed out, Raeker let the body slip to the ground. Another transaction in the blood market had been concluded. The man had got in his way, would have stuck him for a vec. Tomak was right: there are no lives worth saving in Sluk. If you work on that assumption you might just get out of the place alive...

	LODESTONE of the DAMNED A Tale of the Hallowed and the Damned Read more... She walked in, her pursed lips almost as tight as her hips, the bold and impudent gold of her necklace reflecting like a buttercup on her upturned chin. When she began talking she seemed passionate in her beliefs. And in those green eyes, bafflement, blinked through long lashes. Bafflement that I could not be moved by her cause or her beauty. Oh, she believed alright. In some shit or other. But there are missions and there are jobs and I don't do missions. Not for anyone. As for belief, I believed in her wealth and her body. They were real enough...

	RAVENSTONE Novella Read more... The ravens began to stir in the dying hours before the dawn. At first without cries. They flapped their agitation through the darkness, pitchy shadow made weight and mass within the substance of the night. The people of Ravenstone suffered uneasy dreams...